silverthorne

Me: *Working. Lifting boxes. Putting things on shelves, etc. Just minding my own business.*

Stomach: *GRRRRROOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWLLLL!* Feed me, bitch!

Me: Buhwah? But...you just had food two hours ago!

Stomach: And your point? GIVE ME FOOD NOW!!!!!

Me: Now hold up a minute. *puts box down* You had bean soup, an orange, an apple and a damned plum for lunch. That's plenty until snack time this afternoon.

Stomach: Lady, I don't care. I feel like having food. Now. No, wait. Ten minutes ago. Make me a sammich before I eat your spine!

Me: Nope, sorry. Don't have food, and no cash for a snack. You're just gonna havta deal.

Stomach: *Long silence*. Fine. Guess it'll be a long afternoon then, huh? *commences growling and rumbling like nobody's business. And making dark threats towards my spine*.

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It's like being stuck on a long car ride with a hyperactive child poking you in the back going 'Are we there yet?' every three minutes.